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The Diary of Sarie Marais

Author’s Note: This is the translated copy of the diary of Sarie Marais, a young (24 years’ old) South African and Afrikaner woman. When I met Sarie I would not have guessed that she had such a remarkable tale to tell. Her tale involves getting to know a group of people that she would never have associated with. In order to help the readers not familiar with South African terms, I have included brief explanations in brackets where required.

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Dear diary

My worse fears have been realised. What every white woman in South Africa fears has happened to me. I feel defiled. I have already had 3 baths and 5 showers and yet I still feel dirty. But us Afrikaner women are strong. Did we not, when the Republic of Natalia was stolen from us 150 odd years ago, offer to trek (move via an ox wagon) across the Drakensberg (a very high mountain range in South Africa) bare feet if necessary? Therefore, out of the depths of my misery I have found a way to exact revenge. And the revenge will be sweet. But I see that I am telling a rather confused story, so allow me to start at the beginning.

It was approx. 11H00 this morning when my front door bell rang. Today, being Sunday, meant that I had just arrived back from church. When I answered the door, I saw a well-dressed black man standing there. He asked me directions, but I didn’t have time to waste with the blacks. I therefore said I did not know (even though the place he was looking for was only a block away.) and started to close the door. I was annoyed since I wanted to start cooking my lunch and he hence did not appreciate the intrusion. Hence, angry at the intrusion, I said underneath my breath: “Stupid Kaffir” (Kaffir: An extremely offensive term. The best translation would be Nigger.) The black man had already turned away and was heading away from the door when he must have heard me. He stopped, put his foot in the door to prevent me closing the door, and said: “What did you just say?” The menace in his voice and the anger in his eyes made me shudder. I mumbled an apology and attempted to close the door. At that moment he forced the door open and forced me backwards with such force that I fell backwards and landed on my back. The man stepped over me and grabbed me by the hair. He yanked me up on my feet, kicked the front door closed, and dragged me through the house and into my bedroom. Just before he tossed me onto the bed, he grabbed hold of my blouse. The momentum with which he threw me to the bed ripped my blouse to shreds leaving myself in just my skirt and bra. My arms naturally went to me chest to cover my modesty. This was a mistake since he grabbed hold of both my arms and pinned them to my chest. With the other hand he reached underneath my skirt and ripped my panties off. Time then started moving very slowly. As if in slow motion, I saw him reach down with his free hand loosen his belt, drop his trousers and underwear revealing a hard, erect black penis—the size of which I have never seen. He then moved forward and soon I felt the head of his penis touch the entrance of my vagina. I felt him slip the head into my body and then stop, smile at me before penetrating me to the hilt. Diary, as you know, I am not a virgin, but I have never felt as stretched as what I felt at that moment. Not only was my worse fears realised, but my body had betrayed me and my vagina was well lubricated before he entered me. What does that make me? He then paused, while buried in me and lifted my hand off my cheast. These he forced above my head, pinned them there before loosening my front clasp of my bra. He then started biting and sucking on my nipples while pumping his massive organ into my body. In between doing this, he was whispering things into my ear such as: “How does that feel you white bitch?” and “Does this black cock feel good in your white pussy?” I finally felt him tense before feeling his hot semen wash into me. When he finally got off me, I laid dead still crying while he calmly put his trousers back on.

Then, my dear diary, when I thought that my life was over, the ray of light appeared. Because he then told me that he would return the next evening for some more of what he termed “white pussy” and that I had to make sure that I did not tell anyone about our “fun”. With that he left. Well, I will give him fun. Tomorrow I will go to the police and when he arrives he will have some fun, but not the kind that he expects. Stupid kaffir. Did he really think that I would lay back and accept more of the abuse that he dealt out. I cannot wait to see his face when the police corner him. I think I will then use the opportunity to give him a good kick in the balls. Just because they run the country in the so-called “New South Africa” does not give them the right to go around and rape white women. I will have my revenge.

Dear Diary

I am worried about my sanity. I am turning into a slut. I do not know what is happening to me. The black man that forced himself into my life yesterday has now become such an integral part of my life that even now, as I am writing this, my mind is thinking of his hard penis and my free hand is rubbing my pussy (I can’t believe that I have just written that word. Before yesterday I would not have even thought it—much less write it.) But, once again, allow me to start at the beginning of the day’s events.

Last night I had planned to go via the police station to work this morning. My plan was to explain the previous night’s events and then organise the trap that I would spring when the kaffir arrived. Well, as unbelievable as this sounds, I somehow forgot to go to the police station and I found myself at my desk at work by the time I remembered. “Oh well,” I thought, “I will just go after work.” Throughout the day found my mind wandering and thinking back of the previous day’s events. I felt my pussy grow wet as I recalled how his large hard black cock (oh my God, did I just write that?) slipped in and out of my pussy. These thoughts added to my lust, but greatly disturbed me. Was I supposed to have lustful feelings after being raped? By lunchtime, I needed some relief and I did something that I have never done (or even considered) at work before. I slipped into the ladies room, got rid of my soaked panties and then sat down in the toilet stall and preceded to masturbate. While I was rubbing my pussy, I closed my eyes and saw his black cock in front of me. I recalled the feeling of how it felt when it first slipped into me. I recalled the full feeling I had when he buried his cock to his balls in my pussy. Then, as I came, I recalled how it felt when his hot juices flooded my pussy.

By 16:00 I was to flustered to continue working. So I packed up and left work early. I practically ran home in order to get myself ready for this evening. I was undressing before I even had opened the front door. Then I had a shower, perfumed myself and put on some make-up. While I was putting on my scarlet red lipstick I stopped myself and asked myself what I was doing. I had still not phoned the cops and here I was preparing myself as if I was going on a date. Well, decided I, there would still be plenty of time to phone the cops. But whom was I kidding? My pussy was soaked at just the thought of that black cock pumping into my pussy.

At 18:00 the front door bell rang. I put on a nightgown over my naked body and went to answer the door. There he was and there, straining his trousers was the object that I had been fantasising about all day. He walked in after I had opened the door and walked straight through to the bedroom. When I got there, he started undressing. Soon he was standing naked in front of me. He had still not said a word to me. He then said: “Well do you want to fuck are you just going to stand there?” I blushed at his crudeness, but found myself slipping the nightgown off until I was standing naked in front of him. By this stage he had laid down on the bed. He then growled: “Come here, you white slut.” With that I came and sat down on his groin. I then took his hard black cock and slipped it into my pussy. I started riding his cock while he was playing with my tits. Soon I had my hand on my swollen clit and started playing with my clit as his hard cock was pumping into my pussy. After I had orgasmed at least three times I finally felt his cum flood my pussy. I was still lying there enjoying the afterglow when he shoved me off him, got dressed and left without saying a word.

Now, thinking back on the events of the evening I feel totally humiliated. He came in, used me and then left. There was no feeling coming from his part. I was only a convenient live white blow up doll with a convenient pussy that he could use, deposit his cum in and leave. And, to make things worse, he had me sitting on top, being the active one. What does that make me? Am I so pathetic that I have to rely on men to rape me and use me to get my kicks? And yet, even while I am writing this, my fingers are in my pussy and I am playing with his cum in my pussy while fervently hoping that he will come back. If that is all he wants, I will be his cum deposit box. The orgasms that I experienced tonight makes any experience, no matter how degrading seem worth it.

Dear Diary

Last night I had decided that, because of the wonderful orgasms I have, I would allow my visitor to use me as a fuck toy. This evening he took my humiliation to a whole new level.

Once again I was standing only in my nightgown when I opened the door. Once again he walked straight into my bedroom. This time I wanted to talk though since I had realised that I did not even know the name of the man that was fucking me. I therefore asked him. He told me that his name was not important, but that I should address him as baas. (For non South African readers: Baas: A Afrikaans term meaning master. In the Apartheid South Africa it was the term that white people expected blacks to address them as.) I was flustered when he told me this since there was no way that I, a proud white Afrikaans woman would degrade myself by calling a black man baas. I therefore did not answer him, but moved forward to get my plaything out of his pants and into my pussy. However, he stopped me and told me to ask for it. I then said: “Please make love to me.” He laughed at this and said that I would have to think of a better terminology before he would give me what I craved. I therefore said: “Please fuck me.” This he said was better and after a couple of tries I eventually gave up and asked him what he wanted to hear: “Please baas, will you stuff your hard black cock into my white pussy.” He then said that he would, provided I give him a blowjob first. This shocked me. Having a black cock in my pussy was one thing, but the thought of sucking one churned my stomach. He laughed as he saw my reaction and then said that if I wanted a fuck I would have to blow him first. I had only, once before in my life given a blowjob. This was an unpleasant experience and I had vowed never to do it again. However, by this stage I was desperate for a fuck and I therefore reluctantly dropped to me knees and tentatively stuck out my tongue and licked the tip of his cock. Immediately my senses were assaulted by the taste of his pre cum and I pulled back. However, my Baas grabbed me by the back of the head and shoved his cock into my mouth. He then proceeded to fuck my mouth. As my cunt was no more a hole for his convenience yesterday, now my mouth was fulfilling the same role. I then felt his cock erupt in my mouth and my mouth get filled with his cum. I knew that spitting out his cum would not be well received, so I swallowed all that I could (even though some spilled out and ran down my tits). I then jumped up to go rinse the awful taste out of my mouth. He grabbed my by the hair and told me to stay. He then had me suck him until he was hard where after he fucked me. Even though I orgasmed twice, the feeling was not as pleasant as last night since I could still not get used to the salty taste of his cum in my mouth.

Over the last three days my baas (even though I still balk at using the term, it still somehow seems the best way to address the man who has given me so much pleasure) has found new ways to humiliate me every time I see him. After every experience though I find myself fantasying about what has happened to me. As I am writing this now, I wish I could just lay here and leisurely suck on his hard black cock. I would run my tongue up and down his cock, following the course of the veins on his cock before slipping his head into my mouth. I would then lick his helmet and then take more and more of his cock into my mouth. Then I would start jacking his cock in and out of my mouth and eventually feel him blast his cum into my mouth. Perhaps, as he does this I would pull his cock out of my mouth and allow him to blast his cum all over my face. Oh shit, I am so horny I will have to masturbate again before I will be able to sleep tonight. I have already cum twice since he has left. I am my baas’ fuck toy and I could not be happier.

Dear Diary

Since the beginning of the week I have been living two lives. On the one hand, I have been the conservation white Afrikaans woman that would not even listen to a dirty joke—much less tell one. A woman, who in spite of one or two lapses in the past largely believed that sex belonged in the bonds of matrimony. However, in the past week another side of my personality has emerged. This side revealed a wanton white slut who craved a black man’s cock and would undergo any humiliation in order to get it. I knew that I was living a lie, and that I could not continue being two people, but I hoped that the latter person was a temporary phenomenon and one that would soon disappear. Now, however, my baas has given me orders which would make the façade of the first person more difficult to maintain. This is what happened:

After fantasying all day about sucking my baas’ cock, I could not start quick enough tonight. After I opened the door, I was on my knees and loosening his pants before he even had much chance to enter the door. This time I relished the taste of his pre-cum. It was not long before I was drinking down his cum. I then led him by the hand to my bedroom where I asked him to lay down on the bed. I then proceeded to do a striptease that had the desired effect since I could see the stirrings of his cock. After I had stripped I again went down on him and took his beloved cock back into my mouth and I soon had him hard again. Up and until this stage I had taken the initiative and my baas had not humiliated me as he had done on previous days. I should therefore have not been surprised about his next instruction, but it still came as a shock. For he now said: “It is time that you get a cock up your ass, go fetch the Vaseline.” As he said this, he pulled me by the hair off his cock. With shock I walked to the bathroom. I found the Vaseline and walked back to the bedroom. This could not be happening. This was unnatural. I would do anything, anything but this. However, my pleading did not help and all it resulted in was a slap across the face for questioning my baas. (Which, now, as I think back of it, I richly deserved.) He instructed me to rub Vaseline on my cock and then had me kneel down, and resting on my elbows rub the Vaseline on and into my asshole. Then, to add insult to injury, he had me say: “Please baas, will you please fuck this worthless white bitch up the ass.” When he entered my ass, I felt a burning painful feeling, in spite of the lubrication. Then he started easing his cock into my ass until I felt that he would split me into two. Then, slowly, he started easing in and out of me. While he was sodomising me, he had me play with my clit. However, he instructed me to bring myself to the edge, but not to come until he did. My dear diary, in order to illustrate how depraved I have become, I will now confess that when he did eventually come and squirt his cum into my bowels I had the orgasm of my life. Never before have I had such an intense orgasm. I think I may even had passed out, because the next thing I knew, his cock was out of my asshole and he was busy using my long blond hair to clean off the shit, blood and cum off his cock.

Then before he left, he gave me instructions that will force me to accept the slut that I am every minute of my day. The easier of the instructions to obey was for me to shave my cunt and to keep my pussy hairless. However, this and his following instructions have only left me feeling more exposed. For his next instruction was that I should only wear dresses and skirts, and that I was not to wear any underwear henceforth. I am dreading going to work tomorrow. How will I be able to face my colleagues at work if I know that my nipples will be poking into my blouse and my pussy is totally naked? And, this scares me even more, what if the South Easter wind is blowing in Cape Town tomorrow? With it blowing there is always the danger that it will lift a ladies dress or skirt. With me wearing neither panties not petticoats, the odds are there that all and sundry will see my naked pussy. If this happens, I will surely die of embarrassment.

Dear Diary

It was with much fear and trepidation that I left my house today. I have never felt so under-dressed. I was sure that everybody I walked passed knew that I was walking around without underwear. My new dress code had another effect though. With my pussy now shaven it was more sensitive. This and the lack of panties meant that I was continuously aware of how my pussy rubbed up against my skirt and this soon had me horny. My horniness had two unfortunate consequences though. Firstly it made me pussy wet, which meant that I feared that I would have a wet mark behind my skirt when I got up after sitting. The second consequence was that it made my nipples erect and in my braless state meant that I caught men staring at my breasts throughout the day.

At the end of the day, Paul invited me out for drinks. Paul, one of my colleagues at work was a hunk of a man and one that I had been hoping would notice me. Up to now he had been oblivious of my presence, but my erect nipples, or maybe my smell of arousal had him noticing me. Only a week ago I would have creamed my panties at such an invitation. Now however, I had decline since I wanted to get home to wait for my baas to arrive. I couldn’t wait for the opportunity to suck on his black cock. Maybe he would again fuck me up the ass and give me one of those earth-shattering orgasms.

Alas, my dear diary, it was not to be. I sat around naked for my baas to arrive. However, now at the end of the evening I have to accept that this will not happen tonight. I feel so devastated. What will I do if he never comes back? How will I live without his black cock? Where will I find someone who will dominate and humiliate me in the manner in which he does? I have never felt so lonely in my life.

Dear Diary

I feel so depressed that I feel I can die. Today was Saturday and I sat around all day waiting for baas. I was too scared of leaving the house for a second since I was worried about what would happen if he came here in my absence. But, for the second day running he did not appear.

I do not know my baas’ name, where he lives or any other information that may help me track him down. What am I going to do if he doesn’t come back? Oh, my dearest diary, I am feeling so depressed that I don’t even have the energy to write anymore.

Dear Diary

For two days I have despaired at my baas’ absence. This morning he came and now I wonder why I allow this tormentor into my life. Every time I have seen him, he has managed to humiliate me. But this time he went to far. How can he do such things to me?

Today, being Sunday, I had got dressed to go to church when the doorbell rang. When I answered the door, my baas was standing there. He came in and immediately indicated that I must drop to my knees and give him a blowjob. I kneeled (in my church dress no less), and started loosening his trousers. When I pulled down his underpants I was assaulted by an unmistakeable smell. My baas had recently been with another woman. This was the last straw. I jumped to my feet and started shouting at him. I asked him how dare he have sex with another woman and then expect to lick his dirty prick clean. I raged on about his two days absence and him walking in and expecting everything to be OK. Baas stood listening for a while and then grabbed me by the arm and dragged my to my bed. He threw me onto the bed and put his knee on the small of my back. He then pulled my dress up. He was surprised to see me wearing panties. (I had put them on since I couldn’t go to church without them. That would have just been evil.) He ripped my panties off, took off his belt and started to beat my backside. I was soon crying, begging him to stop, apologising for being rude and disrespectful, promising to suck his cock clean, telling him he can have as many women as he likes and explaining that I was only wearing panties since I was on my way to church.

When he eventually stopped beating me, he pulled me up by the hair and stuck his cock under my nose. With tears still running down my face I started sucking his cock. I was trying very hard to ignore the smell of the other woman. All the time he clung to my hair and used my hair to violently pull head forwards and backwards while he fucked my mouth. Finally he shot his cum down my throat. He then instructed me to continue sucking. When I had him hard again, he swung me around and started to fuck me doggy style. In spite of myself I started cumming as he shot his cum into my pussy. He then told me to remove my bra and my petticoat. He then told me that I could still go to my church. I would rather not have gone, but I was to scared to argue with him. I therefore walked to church (which is fortunately only a block away). I have never felt as sinful as I felt walking into that church. I could still taste the cum that I swallowed. I could feel the cum running out of my pussy and down my leg. I knew that when I sat down I would cause a large wet spot on the back of my dress. But before I got to sit down I first had to walk into the service—which had just started. As often happens when someone is late, everybody’s head turned and looked my way when I walked in. I had only a thin summer dress on, without any underwear and with the sun behind me, I must have really looked a sight. I was therefore not surprised to see the men stare slightly longer than was proper, while the women stared at me with hate in their eyes. Many a man got an elbow jabbed in their ribs at that moment. Then, just to complete my embarrassment, all the back pews were full and I had to walk right to the front of the church. I tried to ignore the whispers as I walked passed.

When the church service ended, I rushed to the door to try and avoid everyone. Me being in front in the church service meant that I would be last out of the church. When I walked out, the congregation was standing around in little groups talking. Everyone looked again in my direction when I came out. I noticed how everyone was whispering and some were even pointing my way. I therefore rushed to get out of sight. I saw the minister heading my way, but fortunately I managed to avoid him. Had I known then what would have followed, I would have spoken to him outside the church.

When I got back home, baas was waiting for me inside. He was reading the newspaper and instructed my to strip myself naked and start making lunch. We had just finished eating, when the front doorbell rang. I looked out of the window and saw that it was the minister’s car. When I told baas about this, he got an evil smile and told me what to do.

He had me put on a sheer satin nightgown over my nude body and answer the door. The minister was surprised to see my attire when I opened the door, but came in nevertheless. He mentioned that he was worried about what he saw at the church and that he just wanted to come check if I was OK. As he talked, baas came around the corner, wrapped his arm around my waist in a possessive sort of way and allowed me to introduce him to the minister as a friend of mine. The minister was clearly taken aback by this turn of events. Because of my attire and because baas came from the back of the house, I could clearly see that the minister reached the conclusion that baas was fucking me (although it is doubtful that he expressed it that way). The minister obviously did not approve of this, although I don’t know how much of it was because I was fucking baas or because I was with a black man. I excused myself and went to make coffee. While making coffee, I could hear that there was no conversation coming from the living room. When I came back with the coffee I could see that the minister was clearly uncomfortable while baas had a amused look on his face.

When I bent down with the tray in my hand to offer the minister coffee, I made sure that he got a good look down the front of my gown and saw my tits in all their glory as baas had instructed me to do. Then, when I went to sit down next to baas, I crossed my legs in such a fashion that I ensured that the minister got a good peak at my shaven pussy. The poor minister drank his coffee so quickly that he must have caused second-degree burns to his mouth and lips and then he beat a hasty retreat. As he got up, I could not help but notice the erection that the minister was trying, desperately to hide.

When I closed the front door after the minister, I knew that I was closing the door on my previous life. No longer would I just be Sarie Marais, the Afrikaans woman of 24 years of age. Now I would be the slut. My neighbourhood and my friends would shun me. Since my boss at work was also a member of the church, he would soon hear about it. And then it would be only a matter of time before he found an excuse to fire me.

Up and until now, baas has controlled me, but it was at least hidden. Now, he has destroyed my life. Who gives him the right to do this? In addition to this, I now know that I am only one of his women. How many are there? What have I done to deserve this? My life is such a mess.

Dear diary

After the encounter with the minister yesterday afternoon, I knew that I would face problems at work, but the speed it happened with astounded me. I arrived at work at 08:00 and by 08:30 I was facing my boss. He told me that I was being investigated for misappropriating (why didn’t they just say stealing?) funds and that I would be suspended until further notice. Then, as I was leaving, he said: “Why don’t you use the time to go sort out your life.”

I thus had the whole day at home in which to ponder the events of the past week and how it had ruined my life. The sex is great, (even now I had a finger in my pussy thinking of my baas’ cock), but was is it worth throwing my life away for? But even as I have these thoughts, I know that I will drop to my knees when baas arrives and I will suck his cock until he blows his cum down my throat.

Tonight, once again, baas has humiliated me and made me do things that I would have never even dreamt of doing this morning. Here is what happened.

When the doorbell rang this evening, I did not even bother getting dressed. I rushed to the door, briefly checked that it was baas, before I flung it open for him to observe my naked, slutty body. I was very shocked when baas entered with I black women on his arm. He introduced me to her as that “piece of white trash that I have been telling you about”. He did not even bother introducing her to me. He then led her to my bedroom where he laid her down on my bed. He then told me to stand in the corner. He then started making love to her. Whereas he has fucked me on numerous occasions, he was not fucking her, but rather making love to her in the literal sense of the term. While I was angry with him for ignoring me, for using my bed to fuck this woman and jealous at him for choosing her over me; I could not help but be aroused at the sight of his cock pumping into her pussy while he was alternatively kissing her and sucking her nipples. (Now that I mention it, the only time that I can remember him kissing me was when he did it front of the minister yesterday.) I soon found myself pumping my fingers into my pussy, while using my other hand to rub my clit. When baas grunted as he shot his load into the woman and she screamed in orgasm, I also experienced my own self-induced orgasm. Then, for the first time in at least a half an hour of fucking the other woman, baas told me to come suck him clean. I was repulsed to think that I would have to suck off the other woman’s pussy juice, but at the same time overjoyed at the opportunity to put my baas’ cock back into my mouth—where I felt it belonged. I therefore diligently licked off his cum and her pussy juice off his cock. I had just got him hard and was already looking forward to a mouth full of his cum, when my baas pulled my mouth off his cock. My baas then told me to go and lick his ladies friend’s pussy clean. Well, I naturally hesitated at this demand, but this just earned me a hard slap on the ass. As I conceded defeat and started towards that black pussy, I heard the bitch mention that my baas still needs to break the whitey in because “the white cunt still thinks she’s the boss.” Well, my dearest diary I (who have never ever dreamt of touching a white pussy—much less a black one) then leant forward and starting licking. Initially it wasn’t to bad, because all I tasted was my baas’ cum leaking out of it. But my licking had the effect of making the bitch cum again and this led me with a mouth full of her foul juices. And yet as I write this, I find myself licking my lips at the opportunity of once again licking those wonderful folds of my baas’ girlfriends’ pussy. They were so moist and so soft. The texture was so wonderful that even now I am licking my lips and rubbing my pussy at the thought of it. How does my baas do it? He humiliates me and instructs me to do the most awful things and then, within an hour of him leaving, he has me fantasizing about doing it again. What did help making my pussy licking experience more pleasurable was my baas fucking me first in the pussy and then up the ass while he was doing it.

Tomorrow, I will be at home the whole day due to my suspension. I have mentioned this to baas in the hope that he will come early. I would love to spend the day fucking and sucking him. I would even love to lick his grilfriends’ pussy for hours on end.

Dear Diary

Oh what a day. My jaw is saw, my pussy is tender and my ass has been abused that I don’t think it will ever close again—it will just stay open and wait for the next assault.

At 09:00 this morning, the doorbell rang. This time, it was not only baas and his girlfriend, but he had another black man, named Nkosi as well. Baas then introduced me to Nkosi and told me to love and obey Nkosi. This sounded like a very strange command and even now I am sure I know what baas meant. The morning started with me sucking Nkosi’s cock, while baas was fucking his girlfriend. I will admit that the thought of sucking another cock except that of my baas’ repulsed me, but I knew better that to complain. I even dutifully swallowed Nkosi’s cum.

The rest of the day was filled with sucking and fucking. I either had my tongue around one of the men’s cocks, or in baas’ girlfriend’s cunt or duelling with Nkosi’s tongue. (Nkosi seemed to enjoy French kissing me and whereas this initially repulsed me, I started enjoying it towards the end of the day.) I had each of the men’s cocks cum in my pussy in my ass and in my mouth. I even had baas’ girlfriend use a strap-on to fuck me in the pussy and in the ass.

The one event that does stand out is the last sexual act for the day. I was half sitting, half lying on Nkosi while he was pumping his cock into my pussy and I was enjoying the French kissing that we were doing when I felt baas lean over me and start to push his cock into my ass. As I have already mentioned, baas in well endowed and Nkosi’s cock was certainly no smaller than baas’ and therefore I found myself being double penetrated by two large cocks. I felt that they would tear me in half. The initial pain was terrible, but this soon gave way to intense pleasure. A woman has not lived until she has felt the pleasure that accompanies having a two cocks pumping into your pussy and your ass simultaneously. After the initial pain had subsided, I started cumming and I came continuously for the period that they were fucking my ass and my pussy. The last thing that I remembered before passing out was the feeling of both of them simultaneously shooting their white hot cum into my pussy and ass. When I awoke, I was sad to see that everyone had left and I was lying on the bed with cum leaking out of my pussy and my ass and staining the bed linen. Without even thinking, I used my fingers to scoop out the last remaining cum out of my pussy and eating it.

Now, two hours later, my sore pussy still twitches at the thought of their cocks simultaneously pumping into me. Oh what a day. What will tomorrow bring?

Dear dairy

Three months has passed since the last events described in this diary. That day when baas, his girlfriend and Nkosi fucked me was the last day that I saw baas. Fortunately I did not know it then, since it would have driven me insane, but now I have accepted it and I have found a new focus in my life.

The day after that marathon fuck session, Nkosi appeared alone at my doorstep. I almost made the mistake of my life by closing the door in his face, but I somehow knew that baas wanted me to entertain Nkosi. That day I fell in love. Baas had never shown me any love. To him I was always just a fuck toy to humiliate. (Or, as I am now starting to think—to train.) Nkosi, however, treated me like a lady—even while he was fucking me. I blossomed under Nkosi’s love mainly because he is such a wonderful lover, but also because he was the one person that showed me tenderness when everyone else had rejected me as a worthless slut who sleeps with black men. (And here I am referring to all my friends, colleagues and family.)

I have sold my house and have moved in with Nkosi. We now live in Soweto—that sprawling black township outside Johannesburg. I have been humbled at how friendly the people have been. How willing they have been to accept me, an outsider, into their lives.

My sex life with Nkosi has not become either mundane or what the majority of the population would consider normal. Nkosi enjoys making love in public places and I would rather not even start to mention all the places in which we have fucked. The fear of being caught in these situations makes me cum even before Nkosi cock enters my pussy. In addition to this, Nkosi enjoys threesomes. These I particularly enjoy, since this gives me the opportunity to suck and lick other women’s pussies.

And so ends my remarkable tale. It started with me being rude to a man just because of his skin colour. It then, through progressive stages of humiliation taught me to experience the full joys of sexuality and it ends with me finding true love. I now know (since Nkosi told me) that baas had used mind control on me to take advantage of me. I even sometimes wonder whether baas used mind control in order to generate these overwhelming feelings of love that I feel for Nkosi. But somehow, that is all academic, since my life is now immeasurably better than what it was before that fateful day when I cursed and acted as the racist pig that I was up and until that day.